I first saw those legs in the cafeteria.
You weren’t hiding them.
Most guys are afraid to show the whites of their eyes;
Much less of their upper inner thighs. (more…)
Posts Tagged ‘Writing’
We are the new age revolutionists
In our vintage hats,
Worn-down flip flops
And Dad’s corduroy’s from the ‘70’s (more…)
Smoke: The composition of smoke depends on the nature of the burning fuel and the conditions of combustion.Saturday, January 16th, 2010
Intense flash of light,
Spark; just shy
Scent of frictioned phosphori
Fragrant from the first haul (more…)
I feel sorry for the ducks that live in the city.
they can’t find any water except:
the beer bottle infested
(I, eye, i)
I was running across a bridge
and eye saw goldfish shimmering thru the murky water beneath me;
made me almost want to stop to think,
‘what am i running from?’ (more…)
I see the little birds
dance and frolic with delight
on top of the red brick fountain
they’re wetting they’re colorful plumes,
they’re chirping playful songs
because food and friends are plenty. (more…)
He flew in on a red eye.
The tall one that I fooled around with last summer.
After I called him yesterday afternoon.
Flew in like Hermes;
A message too late. (more…)
I’ve been here since 8.
It’s now 3:51am.
And I’m sketched out on caffeine
And adrenaline. (more…)